I've been working this journalism job for the past eight months. I'm a pretty good employee, I've never been late, never started weird rumors around the office, and I was always on the ball. The Icy Scoop. A shitty name I know, but I wasn't in the business of taking photos of celebrities getting in and out of cars and restaurants, I ran our social media from a cubicle on the top floor of our tiny office building.
I sent us from two thousand followers across all platforms to three hundred thousand followers on Instagram alone. Simple posts made in photoshop that took very little to no effort. Simply a picture of the celebrities involved and big expressive text at the bottom. We never really posted about anything life-ruining, no cheating scandals or shady drug deals because if we did we'd get our pants sued off.
My job being so simple had its downsides. For one it was boring as hell, and two sitting in an uncomfortable chair was not good for my back. But in this case, the good outweighed the bad. The cubicle sat right across from my boss' room, Gina Denison. From day one I thought she was beautiful. Big deep brown, nearly black eyes, and a nice body. She spent most of her days here like me, fiddling around with the random junk on her desk and mindlessly scrolling on her computer.
I was staring through the glass that separated us until she met my eyes. She beckoned me into her office with her index finger. I shot out of my chair and rushed forward like a dog to a bone. I opened the door, a faint smell racked my brain. Some sort of flowery perfume I assumed.
"Hey, Elliot." She was filling her nails down, a slight smirk on her face.
"Hey Gina. What did you need from me?" I tried not to stare at the outline of her bra through her white blouse.
"Are you free later today?" She stood up tapping her fingers against her hardwood desk. I took in a deep breath, shocked by the question.
"Oh um yeah! I've got nothing on my schedule." I said with a little too much enthusiasm. That made her giggle as she brushed a bit of hair off her brown suit jacket.
"Sounds great. I was thinking me and you could go for some drinks later? Talk about your pay in a more casual environment?" It came out like a purr, she kept smiling with those perfect thick lips.
"Sure uh what time?" I blurted.
"I was thinking about six on 23rd at that new place, Nikki's. Could that work?" She ran a hand through her wavy dark hair that sat thick at the top of her head.
"That would be a- perfect." I tried to keep my cool.
"Great. See you then Mr Madsen." She sat back down in her chair and went back to her nails.
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I got off work at four and drove to my small apartment at a breakneck speed. I tore off my work clothes, took a shower, and threw on the nicest pair of clothes I could find. At least for a horny twenty-six-year-old out for a night of drinks with his hot boss. A dark blue sweater and black dress pants were all I had if you excluded my work clothes.
I made it to Nikki's and waited at the bar. The place was a small spot on the corner with dim red lights and two patrons stewing over their beer in booths.
"If it isn't my favorite employee." Gina stood tall in a low-cut black dress. Nothing crazy at the bottom, but just enough to fantasize. Looking up and good Lord. Her long, elegant neck led me down to her perfect chest. That perfume I smelled in her office earlier invaded my senses, sending a tingle throughout my entire body. She sat on the stool next to me.
"Hey Gina." I cleared my throat, trying not to stare directly at her chest. She looked at the bartender and shuffled through her purse, dropping two five-dollar bills on the counter. He nodded and dropped two glasses of whiskey.
"You've been here before?" I asked.
"Yeah. I know it made not seem like it but this place used to be wild." She grabbed the glass and downed it with no problem. I drank mine, cringing at that burning feeling. The bartender immediately refilled us.
"So Elliot, I gotta say you've been great for this company," She threw down another shot. "So you've earned a raise." She coughed her way through that sentence.
"Thanks Gina, I really appreciate it." I smiled. It felt good knowing that I was being rewarded for my work.
"I gotta say dude, I didn't know if we'd even make it off the ground. Not saying it's all you, but you definitely play your part well." She placed a firm hand on my knee. My dick twitched in excitement.
"I gotta ask you something," She was already a few shots in. "Would you rather be the one taking the photos or continue to sit at your desk?"
"Desk. Easy." I took my second shot.
